Train Friends
The sudden movement of the train jerked Shilpa out of her sleep. She glanced at her watch with sleepy eyes. There were seven more hours to go before the train reached Hyderabad. She dragged herself up to a vertical position on the train berth, pulled up her short hair with a hair band and picked up the mug to pour herself a cup of Complan from her white and green Milton flask. The co-passenger seated opposite her was a young girl probably in her early twenties, right about her age, occupied with some white headphones and a music playing device that she had never seen before. She was tall and dusky dressed in a jeans and white Nike jacket. She had shoulder length straight brown hair with bangs covering half her face, her kohl smeared eyes looking out, observing the sceneries of rural India framed by the rectangular glass windows. Shilpa offered her some Complan. The girl paused her music, took off her headphones and said, "I don't mind. Thanks". "I am Shilpa. What is ...